What he didn't know (and there was a lot by that point) would hurt him was my thoughts. Here he'd fucked around -- only not in the literal sense -- an... I'd knocked his sexy blonde wife up with my child instead of his. I didn't fucking feel sorry for him; he could have given Mandy a baby anytime -- although I realized there was a lot more behind it than that. Mandy was the one who'd said she'd never wanted children and that's why I'd always fucked her in the raw, knowing that she was on birth. And it stayed there. For ages. He remembered being touched like this by a healer he’d gone to when he’d still been in pain and feeling really low, but that time there’d been a steady drone of mumbled prayers. Now there was nothing but silence. He couldn’t even hear anyone breathing. Gradually, he realised that the gentle hand was not completely still. There was a slight friction that slowly changed direction. A circular motion? Yes, gradually growing into a slowly widening spiral, up towards. Unfortunately, Rodger hasn't fared as well. The police, press and public all came down on him quite hard. He now lives on his own, supporting two unemployed sons who no longer have an education to fall back on, all three very publicly humiliated. He promptly got fired from his job, but managed to get a lower paying one through a somewhat sympathetic friend afterwards. Seems the friend lost his own family through an overreaching fascination with his kid's sports activities as well, so he could. Something light. A chicken sandwich. Perfect. Sam grabbed the ingridientsand layed them out across the counter. He looked out across the New Yorkstreet from his window. When he had first moved to the apartment Sam hadmade an effort to close all the curtains so as not to be seen. He wasterrified of being found out. Of having this relaxing and personal pasttime exposed and stripped away. That was over a year ago now. By thispoint he had stopped caring. He knew on some level just how good.